I had difficulty imagining the white light. I was only able to muster up the faintest of light, always a purple mist, just the beginning of luminescence. I got relaxed enough, finding an open state at the point where I was told, "You are now in your natural state."

After being told to cross the imaginary bridge, I had a faint image that it was night. I was in a city with a some Neon Lights. It appeared mostly black and white, maybe sepia, with some faint pink and brown. I was wearing a dark brown suit, rather stylish. It was the 1930s, I think. My shoes were a pull-on leather type, polished black and shiny. 

I was walking across an empty street towards the neon light. I was happy. Something to do with music. I think I was a musician in the swing or jazz era. I don't recall seeing any other people. 

I was told to imagine my house. It was small. I only had very faint images of an older, smallish gas stove in the kitchen. It looked like a single person kitchen, mostly empty. Just the stove. The living room had a wooden rocking chair and a standup bass. I think I lived alone.

Later, I was told to recall a significant event. I recall seeing a stage with one guy on it. He was wearing a white button down shirt and sitting in a chair, playing a stringed instrument. I'm not sure if it was me or if I was down at the front of the stage, critiquing the person playing. The person playing was nervous, like it was an audition or a recital. It was just me and this one other person, and I'm not even sure who was who. 

I was told to imagine some other significant things, and I saw an airplane and a steam locomotive. I get the impression that I traveled a lot. I don't recall seeing any other human beings or interacting with anyone. I have the feeling that I was an Itinerant Musician, a very lonely person, but successful enough to survive and at least dress stylishly and secure lodging. 

I was told to imagine the day before my death. All I could visualize was a bed with white sheets and blankets. No one was in the bed, it was just empty and made up. It was a small metal framed bed, not a twin, but the next size up, a double maybe. That's it. Just a bed. There were no people, and I don't remember speaking to anyone throughout the whole of this experience.

I was asked about my biggest regret. I suppose it was that I never met the love of my life. I had no friends. My life was just that of a lonely itinerant musician. I'd perhaps achieved some level of success, hence the neon lights. But it wasn't a large venue, more like a late night club. 

When I was told to go back to the spirit realm, that I was now in my spirit or light body, I got no visualization of any brightness. Mostly black with that faint purple mist. More or less a void with only the beginning of some kind of energy, never quite forming into anything. Some faint speckling of very distant stars or planets or galaxies in the vast blackness. Maybe the blackness contained "dark energy" or something. It felt like this was my essence. Not evil, just dark. 

I tried not to fabricate, but the impressions were so faint that I had to extrapolate from the various brief images and interpret their meaning.